[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I don't really got to say much
I let my pacc talk

I don't really got to talk much
That's what these racks for


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I get fly for the studio
I get fly for the airport

I get fly everywhere I go, oh, oh
30 bottles up in ??
In the club rollin' airplanes

You gettin' money, you already know (Oh, Oh)
So much Cris, you would think we buy it wholesale
And my crib so big, look like a hotel

When we leave here we smokin' out the hotel
When we leave ain't no tellin' who pay the whole bill
Cause we all gettin' money, uh!


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm a broke ^!$$%'s nightmare, broke hoes sight stare
And a walking bank roll, as long as the dank rolled

It's gon' be hard to hear you ^!$$%s
Louis frames so I don't have to see you ^!$$%s
Me and the Taylor Gang, floatin' on a private plane

Bad (*##$ gimme brain, hide behind this tinted thing
Money bag, kush cologne, ^!$$%s wonder why we on
All about the benjy's ^!$$%, Puffy Combs

I can make an actress do backflips on a mattress
I can make a sack do a back flip on Saks Fifth
Get trippy with a star, it'll get you far

Turnt up in the club, TMZ outside my car

[Hook]


[Verse 3: Problem]
Catch me at the spot with mo' ?

Dope cookies, kush, kilos, and mollys
Smelling like money what a elegant fragrance
This watch I got on is a hell of a statement

Check the clock, you know the time
Girl, $#&@ your body, I want you mind
In need of getting this money, ^!$$% been spending this money

And partying ? then you should probably die

[Hook]